Harvest

struck with scything blades the king falls laid low in golden splendour beneath nefarious skies as mournful gazes watch shadows creeping rivulets of life-blood seeping teardrops withheld as duty is done It’s harvest time here in England, and the farmers have been busy in the fields around the village. Mostly I’ve come across the fields showing … More Harvest

WPC: Morning

wait soon it will emerge the beloved of the sea pathway to secrets released from watery slumber as the morning tide recedes * step carefully ahead footsteps on slick cobbles the journey to the truth is treacherous This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is morning. The photos were taken at St Michael’s Mount … More WPC: Morning

Butterfly

On ephemeral wings she flits, never settling for long: never long enough to catch her, never long enough to bind her back into the cocooned existence she’s fled.

Try

It’s hard to feel love in a world filled with hatred. It’s hard to feel joy in a world filled with fear. It’s hard to feel forgiveness in a world filled with anger. But we must try.

A Wild Habitat

For my first post to my blog I thought I’d share a poem I wrote. I hope you like it. A Wild Habitat Here… I live in a world of make believe, a world of light and music, a wild habitat for a fairy mind. Here my life is my own, with no regrets. Here… Far from the … More A Wild Habitat